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cosmosfated · 7 years ago

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More backstory from Discord last night.

Preamble: Maribel and Draggy, and sometimes Paci, talk about Fleur while he’s getting well needed rest. Maribel reveals some things about her little brother, explaining why he does some of the things he does. A brief glimpse into Fleur’s thoughts on “home”.

Draggy: (๑•﹏•) Hope Fleur will be okay. He should stop playing hero all by his lonesome and ask for help at times. He got a loving army backing him up.

Maribel: I'd agree but I kinda see why he does it. It ain't, right? but it's justified... Maribel: It's kinda like- atonement? Maribel: Ya get me?

Draggy: (.`･﹏･´.) I do get it, believe me I do.. But he's not back there anymore. He's not a puppet anymore. He's no one but family. Family and my best friend. The best kind of somebody that should be praised and cherished. He's not a screw up, nor useless. His company, words, friendship, all of that matters. It deeply matters and I just.. I want to help him. He's done a lot, it's time for family to do something for him but he needs to give us consent. Don't wanna overstep or make him uncomfortable by any means.

Pacifica: i mean... y'can't really help someone who doesn't want the help

Maribel: Oof. That’s harsh, Pacifica.

Pacifica: is it?

Maribel: And a little hypocritical Maribel: But u kno.

Pacifica: ...right Pacifica: sorry.

Maribel: And...yeah... Draggy, that seems to be, the case. Maribel : He's been unintentionally alienating himself from...Papa n' the rest of the extended family. Maribel : Or maybe it's intentional. Maribel : He's not been feeling much like family lately- but his sense of family has always been, uh....Bad.

Draggy: ヾ(｡﹏｡)ﾉﾞI think it's intentional.. Yea.. I get that bit too. And call me a nerd but this quote from Bioshock 2 is fitting. 'Love is just a chemical, until we give it meaning by choice.'

Maribel : Definitely fitting.

[slight topic change]

Maribel : I don't know. Maribel : He's, always hated just sitting around and waiting. Maribel : Even when we were kids- actual kids. Maribel : Waiting for things to happen, instead of making them happen the way you want them to- he never liked it. Planned waiting? Sure. But otherwise no. Maribel : Waiting around like that makes him feel, well....helpless. Useless.

Draggy: (●´⌓`●) And what about asking for help? Does that get put into the 'waiting' category?

Maribel : ....I guess that, sort of is my fault. Maribel : It's ah- hm. Maribel : I've been with him all his life. I tried to answer every cry for help but I could rarely assist. Maribel : So I guess he just...stopped asking. Maribel : Took matters into his own hands and never stopped. Maribel : I....guess he got tired of waiting for an answer that never came.

Draggy: (￣□￣) Yeah.. That's no good. There gotta be something we can do to make him change his ways. Even for a little bit until he catches on.

Maribel : Iunno. Maribel : Old habits die hard.

Pacifica: ‘specially if its 200 years worth of habits

Maribel : Precisely. Maribel : I don't think he's ready to cry for help so freely again. Not like this. Maribel : As he likes to quote for himself, there's a million things he hasn't done so just you wait.

[slight topic change]

Maribel : ...quite frankly, if he would just stay alive, that would be enough.

(Pacifica: i swear to god im about to make an angel catch these hands)

Draggy: (･∀･；) He is alive. The issue here is him purposefully jumping into danger without much of a thought. There was a choice wasn't there? For most or half of the crap he's done for redemption?

Maribel : There, was a choice. To us, at least, there was a choice. Maribel : ....To him, however, is a different story. Maribel : He's struggling to value his life even now because before, his life had no value? Maribel : It's sad, but even during The Fall, he was just...a prince. A savior, the "angel". Maribel : He was whatever people wanted from him, and when he was no longer needed, he'd die and try again. Maribel : It's a vicious thought process to break.

Draggy: (°m°;) True but has anyone told him personally that they needed him to be Fleur? To just be himself? Or that we need him here with us? Alive and content? I don't know... I'm worried about him. I need him to stay. I would like my best friend to be okay.

Maribel : Up until about three years ago, no one wanted "Fleur". Maribel : Everybody wanted the ambassador, the mage, the engineer. Everybody wanted a piece of him, but never all of him. Maribel : I fear he's starting to lose touch with who "he" is.

Draggy: (;° ロ°) He is.. Well.... When he's settled down, would it alright for Maze to come talk to him?

Maribel : I don't know when that'll be.

[slight topic shift + temporary dodge]

Maribel : ....I guess his lack of self isn't really helped with the fact that this timeline isn't... Maribel : Ah well

Pacifica: normal?

Maribel : Not quite what I was aiming for but certainly.

Pacifica: what were you aiming for?

Maribel : It’s unimportant.

[after pacifica has fallen asleep]

Maribel : I was just gonna say now that Pacifica is asleep, I meant to say that this timeline isn't his anymore. Maribel : It's not...home. Maribel : Quite frankly, nowhere is. Maribel : Are you picking up what I'm putting down?

Draggy: ヾ(･ω･`；)ﾉ Maybe? It's a place you were born in, where you woke up and lived in. A connection of sorts and losing it is like losing a big part of yourself. What I wanna know is if he can move on from that and be safe? Like timeline hopping. Maze does it all of the time and he's not showing any negative effects. Then again, I haven't met anyone that lost their home. So... Can Fleur find a new home?

Maribel : It's...difficult. Maribel : Some time ago, he was trying to rebuild his old timeline. Or at least parts of it from memory. Maribel : He never really mentions it, because "others have it worse", but knowing that he doesn't have that definitive this is my timeline feeling, it... Maribel : It destroys him sometimes. Maribel : As for moving on and finding a new home? I'm not sure. Maribel : Nothing so far has worked. Maribel : No timeline was the Goldilocks timeline. Maribel : His- our timeline always was different though.

Draggy: (๑•́ω•̀) It's all about my thing? Or the connections? The my thing can be fixed. There are ways but the connection part I need to know, if that exists. It's like once you moved into a new place, unpacking and setting up takes time. Most of the time, that setting up gets re-aranged a lot until it's perfect in your view. I just need to know if that is possible for him. Wish I could ask around but I rather ask for Fleur's permission before speaking about that kind of thing. I won't direct it back to him, I'll be very careful in that sense.

Maribel : Well... Maribel : There are, connections. Maribel : He's given one to you, I believe. Maribel : Or, will give one to you. Maribel : There are these crystals used in jewelry- Echo Crystals. A constant energy source and said to grant small wishes, most commonly monetary ones. Maribel : He's given a few of them to most in the house, as a safety net. And as a speed dial for him. Maribel : I guess you could say that they're...a part of him? Maribel : They're all that's left of our old timeline. Sacred, even.

Draggy: =͟͟͞(꒪ᗜ꒪ ‧̣̥̇) I uh.. Don't do well with wishes of any sort.. Those give me the disturbing feeling, making my fur stand up. But I will.. Cherish it? If he gives me something like that. Thanks for the warning heads up on that by the way. In another sense, that is really nifty! I always wanted something like a speed dial for all of my friends in my years. I'm not always fast or quick enough to reach those in need.. Making me feeling worthless.

Maribel : Mhm. In the old timeline, they were given in gifts of jewelry as a sign of complete trust between two or more people. Considering the process of excavating the crystals from the ceiling properly, cleaning them, making the jewelry, and all that, it did show trust and respect and care. Maribel : Though, I.... I think he may be fine. Once he admits to someone personally that dilemma, it can get patched up somehow.

Draggy: （’-’*) I don't know much about his papa, only his temper sky rockets or could be that he's being a creepy ass for laughs. A good monster nevertheless. Trustworthy even but maybe Fleur can talk to him? Or get that started somehow in a gentle way? Something needs to change.

Maribel : Mmmmaybe. But some things are hard to talk about. Homelessness despite having a home is one of those, especially when the simplest way of putting it is also the most confusing.

Draggy: (๑•́ㅿ•̀๑) A lot of things are going to be hard to talk about. It's stressful and can cause one to go into panic. But maybe it's best to get it out there, so steps can be taken and hopefully something good comes from it all.

Maribel : Perhaps.

#* canon. \ more to him than meets the eye.#* maribel. \ southern raised hell's angel.#* draggy | thereluctantmun. \ wild heart.#* pacifica. \ you're so much more than you think you are.#* discord. \ behind the scenes.#* important. \ don't forget.

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blookmallow · 7 years ago

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hi i havent yet finished the level im on but idk when im gonna have time for it again and im tired of these screenshots being all over my desktop so heres some Bloods

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ok u cant really see this at all but

im gonna take on the zero-gravity station

HOLY shit,

are those just. entire globs of blood floating around

how do i even clean up blood in midair im crying

my furnace is oN THE CEIL IN G

WOAH thats space. okay

this is very cool but im not sure why its here bc i dont seem to be able to jump out of it or dispose of things through it either (yes i did try to jump out into the unending void of space, why do u ask)

why would someone have taken the time to write out DESPAIR in (presumably) their own blood

how the FUCK am i going to do this

:’) WELL I FOUND THE GRAVITY SWITCH

a screenshot does not remotely capture. the experience of all that shit crashing to the floor at once, but

however: my furnace CONTINUES TO BE ON THE CEILING so uh,

if i turn the gravity back off only a few things float away, it doesnt seem to affect every single object again after the first time (probably too much to load at once or something)

:’) at least this dealt with the “floating blood piles” problem i guess

ok so: in order to dispose of things, i cannot throw them into space, there is no laser gun that ive been able to find, so the only method seems to be the Ceiling Furnace

i COULD individually carry every single object in the room up to the furnace but that would take. 30 billion years. theres a lot of shit in here and some of it is like. piles of tiny bullets and shit

strategy #1: fill up a box and float the whole thing up to the ceiling

however, the second i picked it up, everything floated out of it and away :’ )

after a few more attempts i dont think thats gonna be a viable option

throwing a buncha shit up in the air and catching it with the box/just sorta herding it around with the box doesnt really work either

wait why is there an Orb Of Light here

??????

im guessing its. just a lighting effect that loaded very, very strangely but

other attempted strategies: hit stuff with a broom to shove it in the general direction of the furnace (did not work Whatsovever), put things in a bucket and carry them up to the furnace (same problem as the disposal bin), pile stuff on the floor under the furnace and then turn the gravity back off so it’ll float up to the furnace (doesn’t work, everything just floats off in whatever direction it feels like/still leaves the same ‘i have to somehow move all this /into/ the furnace’ problem as before just with stuff being slightly closer)

i. have no IDEA how to do this apart from just carrying things up individually and i have a lotta patience but not that much : )

this anti-gravity station has bested me for the time being but THIS IS NOT OVER, I’LL BE BACK B(

anyway im gonna do an underwater tunnels level instead for now

hm..... this looks very bioshock,

considering the amount of references/obvious inspirations/etc ive seen so far its possible this is an intentional bioshock homage but i havent seen any Blatant references yet. looks more like potential lovecraftian deep sea monsters

goodness. alright then

these are some Nice tunnels

...wait is that an entire tentacle

,,,,,,that is, in fact, an entire tentacle,

gross. ok well,

i appreciate the. bit of viscera stuck to the light as well, thats a nice touch

this is a really neat environment, it has a really strong. feeling of claustrophobia/being Incredibly Far Underwater/isolation/it feels like some eldritch horror is going to show up outside one of those murky windows at any moment

kinda reminds me of the deep sea areas in soma

theres barely any room to get through these tunnels which is another challenge

......

“do not.” no. “donate” ? what the fuck does this say

if you’re gonna leave me blood messages at least make em LEGIBLE, damn it :\

nice

holy SHIT that is a huge fuckoff tentacle,

what am i EVEN SUPPOSED TO D O WITH THIS

cmon tentacle lets go

dont be difficult now

hm..... yes this. this will work. its fine

holy SHIT it actually DID work,

WELL!!! ALRIGHT THEN

also as it turns out you can just burn the tentacles and they become much smaller/more manageable charred flesh blobs but i wanted to see if it was possible to just stuff one into the furnace :’)

anyway ill finish this later i dont have time for it rn

#lucy plays viscera cleanup detail

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jasperrollswrites · 7 years ago

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Tome of Another Realm

Another one for randomwolf91 - this time he wanted a TF into his Roegadyn character from Final Fantasy XIV.

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If you're not one to use a computer much, it's hard to really explain how much it sucks when it breaks. It's an escape, a way to relax, and catch up with the world. It can feel like you've been cut off from something very important in your life - even if you don't do stuff considered particularly important by most people.

This was Loez's situation now. His computer had gone on the fritz - been that way since the weekend. He still wasn't totally sure why it had happened. He'd been playing Final Fantasy XIV, when the whole thing had just suddenly cut out inexplicably. The screen went black, the fan of the computer shut off, all the lights on the tower went down. There hadn't been any sort of power cut or anything, it hadn't overheated. It just wouldn't turn back on at all. At least one saving grace was that he hadn't been doing anything majorly important when it had cut out.

He'd taken the computer to a shop on the Monday, and they said they'd let him know what they'd found by next week. So here he was, 4 days without a computer. No games, no important files...in the modern age of smartphones it wasn't too bad. He still had access to social media and IM chat clients, but it's never quite the same. So here he was, at home, frustrated and bored out of his mind. All he wanted was his computer back.

He was lying on his bed, fully clothed, his phone lying at his side. He couldn't really think of anything to do...well, not quite. He could think of things he could be doing, he just didn't want to do any of them. Even the things that otherwise sounded like they might be fun seemed unappealing and boring. He scratched his belly through his red t-shirt.

He stifled a yawn, even though it was the middle of the day. Maybe if he just curled up and slept now, he could sleep through to the next week, when he already had his computer back. If only it were so easy. Slowly pushing himself up, leaving his phone on the bed, he walked over to the window and stared out at the street below. Surely anything would be better than just laying in bed all day.

What could he do? Something he hadn't done in a while maybe. Nice as a computer was, by its nature if you spent too much time with it, it left you kind of a hermit. He should go out somewhere. Somewhere he hadn't been before...or maybe somewhere he had, but not in ages. Where, though?

He scratched his beardy chin, trying to think of a place to go. Maybe a restaurant or something...nah, that'd be kind of weird, going on his own. What was a good place you could go to on your own? He glanced around the room looking for ideas. Most places you went with someone. Not that he didn't necessarily have people to go with, just...

He caught himself absentmindedly staring at a bookshelf with a few books placed on it. He considered reading them, but he'd read them all already, and he didn't feel like looking at them again right now. He should probably buy some new books...or...

The library. It seemed kind of obvious, when he thought about it. They were places designed for you to be alone in, practically. Maybe he'd go, spend a few hours there. It couldn't hurt. Might make him feel less like he was trapped in this place. He pulled up his jeans at the waistline, looking around for socks to put on. It was sounding like a better idea all the time.

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The walk to the library wasn't too far, but it was long enough for Loez's mind to drift, inevitably, back to the night his computer had shut off. He'd donned a pair of converses and a blue hoodie for his short outing, and was walking along the main street now. The sun was shining, although it was a little weak, as summer was starting to end. He adjusted his glasses. What had caused the sudden outage was still a mystery to him. He tried to remember exactly what he had been doing when it had happened. He'd just finished a mainline quest - luckily the game had saved, so he hopefully hadn't lost all that much. As far as he could remember, he'd just started a new one...something about forgotten memories or something, and then the whole thing had shut off.

He supposed what he missed the most about not having FFXIV around to play right now was his character. A handsome, stylish roegadyn, with grey skin, and muscles to spare. They were a very attractive race, he thought - a little beastly, but not too much, and naturally powerful. It was nice to play pretend at that kind of thing.

Realizing he was getting close to the library, Loez stopped thinking about his PC for once. He stopped for a moment, taking in the building. It was a pretty small local library, all red brick with some windows set in the walls. The electric sliding doors admitting entrance to the building looked a little out of place. He headed inside, getting out of the heat that was starting to make him sweat a little bit.

It was cool inside, thanks to the AC. The decor was pretty simple - dark blue carpets, white wallpaper, with some colourful leaflets and such pinned up on notice boards. The corner for kids books had some colorful paint on the walls, but otherwise, the rest was just simple wood furniture and shelves of books. It was a nice thing he'd sort of forgotten about libraries. No-one would bother you here unless you asked them to, really.

He began walking through the library, mainly sticking to the fiction section. Thinking about Final Fantasy had put him in the mood for something fantasy-based. There was a lot of books that seemed interesting, that he'd never heard of before. Some weird takes on Alice in Wonderland, a darker version of Who Framed Roger Rabbit, but about holiday mascots instead. He raised an eyebrow at a small manga section, surprised a little library like this would have something like that. He guessed it had been a while since he'd been here.

Now he was finding licensed books - books based on videogames in particular. Stuff like Halo, and BioShock, spin off books and graphic novels. He didn't feel like reading any of them in particular...then one particular book caught his eye.

It stood out, mainly by having nothing immediately identifiable about it on its cover. Unlike the hard, plastic cover of the books that surrounded it, this cover was leather, with straps bound around it. It looked very out of place. He reached towards it, pulling it out of the shelf. He was surprised to see that the straps binding the book were for real - he suspected they might have been drawn on, at first glance. He tugged at them - they looked like simple belt buckles to unstrap.

He looked around for a reading area, and saw one of the little cubicles set aside for quiet reading. Walking over, he sat down in the chair and set the book on the table - it was quite heavy, and landed with a thump. He unstrapped the bindings, and was surprised again - the book seemed to have no title. Just a nondescript, brown leather cover. Maybe there was something on the inside. He opened the cover up. There didn't seem to be any publishing information, which seemed odd. He turned a couple of pages, until he saw the first words, in a classical, somewhat large font.

"Tales of Adventure - A Realm Reborn A record of recent Eorzean history."

Loez raised an eyebrow. Figures. He'd managed to pick up a supplementary book about Final Fantasy XIV. Although, it was a little strange. Usually, Square Enix couldn't resist putting the logo all over anything related to Final Fantasy. It was a surprising amount of restraint they were showing. Maybe to make the book feel more "authentic"? He turned a couple more pages, with fingers that had thickened slightly...but only very slightly.

The book seemed to be acting as a sort of primer for the game, but as if the book itself was directly from the game, being written by an Eorzean historian. The opening section talked about the initial, infamously bad version of the game - although it didn't seem to be making as many jokes about it as Square Enix were more prone to do these days, given how bad the original version of the game was.

This section was pretty short - they seemed to be talking about it as if it was long ago, mythical times that no-one really knew all that much about. Of course, Loez, knew how it ended, with Bahamut destroying the old world, and the adventurers being sent of the world to the "realm reborn". As he read further, reminiscing about the couple of weeks he'd spent in the old version of the game, his body was changing.

He was starting to lose weight...no, that wasn't quite right. He was losing fat. His belly, which would normally push out against his shirt, was beginning to...well, it looked a little like it was deflating, at first. This wasn't quite the case, however. The fat was being converted. His stomach was losing its softness, the abdominals beginning to harden. His hips widened slightly, and he felt a warm feeling over his body. It wasn't too much, not really all that noticeable, just...pleasant.

Loez read on, to the "Realm Reborn" part, which was a bit more dense than the preceding section - mainly because the writer seemed to know more about it. As he read over the creation myth and early history, his hands were thickening further now. His digits gained extra mass, the palms of his hands broadening. There was a very slight tickle, as the tips of his fingers became more calloused, and small scars split the hand open, before the skin knitted back together. A black mark appeared around the inside of his right hand, between his thumb and forefinger, as well as on the tip of his thumb - the mark of someone who used a weapon such as a gun relatively frequently.

The book went on, about wars throughout the history of Eorzea, the various rulers and classes, races that populated the realm. Loez wondered if they were going to talk about the stuff you did in the game, and how they'd handle it. His forearms were bulking out now, gaining in muscle, any fat they had being converted. As before, there was a warm feeling going through him, but it wasn't breaking his concentration. His biceps were bulking out now, connecting up with his shoulders and back, which were getting wider - if anyone was to watch, they could see him getting bigger in the cubicle, gaining in muscle spontaneously.

His skin was beginning to lose its colour, the pink fading from his skin. He was becoming paler all over, his skin beginning to turn almost white. His back muscles were piling on the strength, that warm feeling going through his shoulder blades. It was like a pleasant massage, and the front of his body wasn't long in trying to catch up. His pecs were pushing out now. Before, they'd been soft, and kind of plump with fat, but as with the rest of his body, that fat was being converted to more muscle, the muscle of someone who spent a lot of time around physically taxing jobs.

Loez was starting to get to the actual "recent history" part of this book...and as he did, it was now his clothes turn to start changing. It started with his hoodie, the blue colour draining from it, as the soft cotton was toughening up, becoming a harder leather, the colour becoming more of a dark brown. The sleeves were riding up, exposing his much bulkier arms for a brief moment. However, they were then covered up by his undershirt, which was doing something like the opposite of his jacket, the sleeves there lengthening, but only up to the lower part of his wrists.

The zip of the hoodie simply seemed to fade away, the material knitting together into a solid piece of brown leather. Buttons were pushing out instead, marking the starts of straps that were hanging loosely down off the former hoodie. The sleeves had now come all the way up to his shoulders, before pulling back over them making his hoodie more like a tough leather vest. His shirt, meanwhile, was losing its colour. The red turned to a soft pink, before turning white. The collar rose up around his neck around the back, but the front of the collar opened up, folding back on itself. Buttons bloomed underneath the leather vest, becoming undone at the top, exposing his collarbones, and the tops of his pectoral muscles, the skin turning back from white, to a darker shade...more of a grey.

Loez pushed up his glasses with his right hand, oblivious to the changes, exemplified by the fact that the hand he'd just used was having a glove formed around it. It started simple enough, around his wrist, a similar brown to his vest. White markings drew themselves in, as the leather of the glove raised up around his hand, before stopping around his knuckles, leaving his upper fingers bare. A metal plate shimmered into place, a bit of blue light surrounding them briefly, before setting into the glove, to protect his hand.

"Eorzea has many adventurers - some may even call them heroes," the book read. "The next section of this history concerns itself with the 7th Umbral Era, an era in which there are many notable adventurers. However, perhaps the most notable would be one no-one at the time would have expected - a roegadyn by the name of Loezkirz Sykursyn."

That line made Loez stop. Because that was his name.

No, it was...the name of his character...in the game. Of course. Where had that come from? It wasn't the point. Why was his...character's name in this book? He'd figured they would just use the generic "warrior of light" nickname for anything the player did, but here it was. It was his...his...character's...name...here in the book. It wasn't drawn in. It had definitely been typed in the book. Why would they put his...character's...name...why was he getting hung up on that? With his right hand, he turned the book over to the back cover, hoping for an explanation - and noticed the glove.

"Uhhh..." Loez stammered, in a noticeably lower voice, jumping with surprise. The realisations came quick and fast - the glove, the skin, the size of the hand, then down along his bulked out forearms, biceps triceps, his pecs pushing out, the strange new clothes. No, not new clothes. He knew these clothes, they were his clothes! Uh, his character's clothes, he meant. In Final Fantasy XIV. Which was...a game. Wasn't it?

Except...that didn't feel quite right any more. His head was getting fuzzy. He was...just...a human, right? He had a computer, and stuff, and he just lived a normal life, and he played video games? That couldn't be right. He remembered it, but it didn't sound real to him. Then what was he? The roegadyn? The adventurer the book spoke of? That didn't sound real either. He looked around, but it made his head hurt more. The walls were spinning, the wallpaper was shifting...one moment it was plaster, the next it was ancient, stone brick. What was happening to him?

He looked down at the book, and his head seemed to get less fuzzy. Did the book have the answers? It seemed so strange that he should forget who he was in this way, but...just looking at the book seemed to make him feel better. He took it in his broad hands (did he have those before? He couldn't remember), and opened it up, trying to find his page again.

"...a roegadyn by the name of Loezkirz Sykursyn." The name that made him stop. Why had it bothered him so? He hadn't expected to read it...maybe if he read further it would explain. He began reading the next section in earnest, slightly fearful of what might be coming. It talked of the events of the 7th Umbral Era, the exploits of this roegadyn with the name that had made his head hurt so before. As he read on, his hair darkened in shade, going from chestnut brown to a more jet black shade. His beard was growing out, becoming fiercer, but finely combed, like he took extensive time making it look good. As he read about encounters in dungeons with fierce enemies, his softened jawline began to harden, becoming squarer. He licked his dry lips, as they thickened.

His lower body wasn't exempt from changes. His legs had packed on the muscle now, powerful and strong, his endurance and stamina increasing as he read. His jeans had gone from denim, to the brown leather of his vest. A belt snaked it's way around his waist, the left side beginning to bulk out and hang down - a large pouch attached to the belt. Anyone else might have trouble carrying it around, but his powerful leg muscles were more than up to the job of carrying the items that were beginning to fill the pouch.

As he read on, learning more about the adventures of this roegadyn, the more it...felt right. He was beginning to recall these adventures, with much more clarity than the historian. Descending into the dungeons - he could remember fighting the monsters the book spoke of. He remembered the kick of the gun in his hand most vividly, as a strap wound its way around his body, and the gun in question shimmered into place, not unlike the metal plate on his gloves. The double barrels of the weapon pointed at the ground, as it slid into its holster, strapped to his back. The weight of the gun on his back felt familiar...felt right.

His nose was broadening, his skull getting wider - his glasses stretched to accommodate, and he felt no pain, as they refit himself to his reshaping face. His brow came lower, harder set, as he frowned at an inaccuracy. His hair became shorter, closer to the nape of his neck, finely combed, just like his beard...he stroked the beard in question, fondly remembering some lighter moments in his adventures. The jet black colour went through all of the hair that adorned his head, save for the tips of his hair, which had streaks of light green complementing it.

The final touches fell into place. His converses hardened out into large boots, with metal spurs. Two markings drew themselves in under his eyes, light green ink pressing into his skin, becoming a permanent, tattooed feature, and as he came to the end of the section about himself, earrings pierced through his lobes, settling lightly into place. He smiled, and closed the book with one hand.

Perhaps a bit self-indulgent to read about oneself, but the way Loezkirz saw it, if you didn't know your own history at the very least, then there was nothing to stop you repeating mistakes in the future. It was very nice of someone to write out his history for him, at least - not everyone had that luxury. Standing up, he looked for where he had taken the book from, and returned it to its shelf, walking past the old stone bricks that had seen so many days pass.

Some people would see it as a shame that perhaps the book could not see into the future, but as Loezkirz exited the old guild building into the sunlight of Limsa Lominsa, he figured that would spoil things. Half the fun of adventuring was never knowing what might come next. To him, the future wasn't something that was prewritten, to be determined by the divine. He took matters into his own hands, and made the future he wanted to see.

He took a moment to admire the beautiful coastal city he called his home, the stunning stark white buildings and pavements that he knew so well. He wandered towards a bridge, simply enjoying the scenery, and stopped on the side. He closed his eyes, letting himself listen to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks far below, and feeling the coastal wind blow through his hair. He couldn't be happier to be back where he belonged.

Back in the library, a blue light surrounded the book Loezkirz had returned to the shelf, before flashing. The book disappeared, the name of the handsome young roegadyn being erased, and replaced with the name of a different hero, before appearing in another library, in another world.

The call to adventure was waiting for yet another, and the gateway was through a tome of another realm.

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